Si Hong was furious.

The Zhong gang sect.

In the depths of the inner sanctum, the eternal Heaven Palace floated majestically in the wind and smoke.

In the rear hall.

The three-legged bronze cauldron was engraved with a surging sea of blood, with countless demons and ghosts struggling inside, screaming in pain. There were dense incense sticks inserted in the cauldron, the fire was hot, burning fiercely, and light purple smoke filled the room, rolling and surging like a mountain Mist and green jade.

On the floor tiles that were as smooth as a mirror, there was a red robe with gold-threaded crepe and flowers embroidered on it. Si hongqing's Black hair was high and adorned with pearls. Her shoulders were half exposed, and her snow-white skin was still stained with some water vapor from the new bath, presenting a light pink color like peach blossoms. Looking at it through the mist, she could be said to be fragrant, tender, and beautiful.